Fangs (Private) And Fangs.

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    Blizzard, an average height for a woman of 21, sat at a bar with a couple of new friends. Shezwas new to the town and immediately got the name Blizzad because of her messy pure white hair. It wasn't dyed, just a natural occurenxe in her genetics. She gulped down a shot with a smirk, her grey and blue flecked eyes looking around the bar for a cute guy. She was curvy in all the right places and rather fit because of her urge to run every day. Blizzard had a couple more drinks before paying and heading out the door, puling her hood up to hide her white hair. Her facial features were sgarp and cruel, but she had a personality that natched it.

    (Mehh- in a minute ;_;)


    A man walked into the bar, he was about Blizzard's age.
    He was quite the shadowy figure, and had went to the bar every night since it had open. He was always thirsty for a Bloody Mary... That was, because he was a vampire.
    He sat down at the front, not to far from Blizzard, and ordered his regular, taking off his trench coat and setting it aside, to reveal his pale white skin. He was quiet, and a bit impatient because after a few minutes he was beginning to become antsy.
    "Where is my drink?!" he demanded, it had only been a couple minutes after he ordered.

    "Hey. Be patient." Blizzard said coolly as her sharp grey eyes gazed at the pale man calmly as her lip curled slightly. She hated itcwhen locals were rude to the rather kind bartender, and it didn't help that she was slightly drunk as well. She shook her head and kept her hood on, turning and walking steadily out of the bar although her head swam with fogginess and alcohol.

    He rolled his eyes at Blizzard, he was too involved with mortals these days.
    When he finally got his drink, he sipped it, and instantly he felt better. His color returned a little, and he didn't feel so desperate anymore. It was sad he could only come here at night.

    Blizzard stumbled as she reachwed a sketchy alley, clutching her roiling stomach. She coughed and shook her head, thinking it must have been a bad drink or something. Blizzard let her hood fall and the moonlight made her hair blaze beautifully, her eyes cool and distant as she kept walking.

    The man then walked out, paying a hearty tip to the bartender, and headed out in the direction he came. He looked to the moon, admiring it's glow. The only light he'd ever see in life.


    Sorry low muse ;_;

    (Its okay :3 Just try to focus on interacting with her XP)


    Blizzard glanced around and tugged her hood back up, ginally realizing she was going the wrong way. She blinked and waked the other way, not noticing the man concealed in the shadows untilshe ran into him.

    The man stumbled backwards, looking up to Blizzard with hard eyes.
    "What was that about?!" he demanded, tempted to lunge at her.

    "I couldn't see you, dimwit!" Blizzard snapped back as she regained her uneasy footing, her grey eyes narrowing as she looked up at him. She couldn't care less if she was in danger. The man had been in her way.

    "Watch where you're going next time!" the man spat, cursing and walking away drearily.
    Mortals today! They never look where they're going! Hmph!

    Blizzard watched him go, shaking her head and continued stumbling on. She coughed harshly as nausea rolled over her, grimacing as she fought it back. She blinked and looked up to see a burly man following her, increasing her pace.

    The man walked off, admiring the moon in the sky.
    I'm getting thirsty again- maybe that girl would quench it... he thought, and began to go the ther direction toward her, he noticed the other man following her as well.

    Blizzard ran a trembling hand through her thick white hair, whipping around as the footsteps increased their pace behind her. "Leave me alone!" She snapped, her fists clenching at her side as her muscles tensed, one hand sliding to her pocket to pull out a heavy looking but deadly knife. The man didn't hesitate, instead launching himself at her.

    The man was taken aback when Blizzard yelled at the other like that.
    I'm not going to let him take her! he thought, and ran up to the two, trying to split them up.

    Blizzard huffed as the man fought with her, trying to grab the knife and pull her arms behind her back. She twisted and kicked the man attacking her, dreadfilling her stomach as she saw a shadowy figure running at them. She yelped as the knife slid along her wrist, not enough to cut deeply but enough to draw blood.

    "I'm f-fine.." Blizzard stammered, shaking from adrenaline and fear as she leaned against the alley wall. She took a deep, trembling breath and finally felt the stinging on her arm. "I guess I got cut a little..." She trailed off as she lifted her arm, frowning as she saw blood dripping from the cut.